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I’ve “hurt myself” a few times with the Brussels sprouts at Boda on Congress Street, but the effects were only a temporary case of cotton mouth from all of the nước mắm that gives them their irresistible salty-savory allure. I’ve never required medical attention…but if the end was nigh because I ate one too many plates of awesomeness from any of the following places, I’d be okay with it. They really are to die for.